MRS. SYLVESTER.
Eugenia!
(They touch each other's hands sympathetically.)
MRS. TEMPENNY.
Aren't you happy, Adelaide?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
I am married to an artist, Euna! I wouldn't say as much to anybody else, but we were girls at school together.
MRS. TEMPENNY.
But, dear Addie, everybody knows you are married to an artist.
MRS. SYLVESTER.